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This was the eighth story I posted online, years ago.

I like this one quite a bit; I had several things I wanted to try and I think it turned out well.

I *like* women – and *love* one particular woman – and I hope that shows.

I write these stories for enjoyment, both mine and yours. I hope I’ve achieved my goal.

Javahead

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I hate wearing business suits. Dressing for an evening out is fun; you can show some flair if you want. But business suits are supposed to be boring. Hell, that’s the point. You want to look conservative, trustworthy, conventional, inoffensive – in a word, bland. Don’t want to scare off a potential customer, after all. And they’re usually uncomfortable, too.

You can also get tired of strange hotel rooms. This one wasn’t too bad. It had a king sized bed; the bathroom was actually pretty nice. It even had a minibar that I had already stocked with my own ice and soda. But it was still a hotel room: standard fittings, easy to clean up, interchangeable with hundreds of others across the country. After a while on the road, the walls can start closing in on you.

So what was I doing wearing a business suit, sitting in a hotel room and staring at the walls? Feeling pretty lonely and bored, that’s what. At least I’d be checking out tomorrow.

There was nothing on TV that sounded interesting. I had forgotten to bring a book to read, and my chances of finding something worth reading after everything but all-night markets had already closed seemed dim. I felt bored, irritable, and not at all sleepy. Let’s be honest, frustrated and horny, too. The whisky bottle by the bar looked too tempting for me to open it; I like to drink to enjoy it, not to get drunk, and if I started alone now I would probably kill the bottle. I decided to head to a liquor store I’d spotted earlier, a few blocks away. Lacking anything better, they could be counted on to have a pretty complete collection of girly magazines. Probably leave me feeling even more frustrated, but what the hell.

I got the car out of the lot and headed over. The hotel was in an OK area, but the few blocks over to the store cut across the local red-light district. You know what I mean; every major city has one, a place with adult bookstores, maybe a strip joint or two – and hookers on every street corner.

By the time I’d gone a couple of blocks, I’d seen over a dozen girls. Bright, tight, scanty clothes and garish makeup were the only constant. The girls themselves ranged from sort-of pretty to plain, gaunt to plump, a pale blond with big hair to a very dark black woman with her hair up in hundreds of beaded braids.

Despite myself, I was going to look for a woman. “No one else could ever find out”, I told my conscience, “And I’ll make damn sure to wear a condom”. At the next light, I turned to circle the block.

I wasn’t in any hurry now; I wanted to survey all the local talent and chose the one most to my taste. “Or maybe I’ll still turn back,” I told myself, knowing it was a lie.

As I came down the block for the second time, the door of a seedy looking all night doughnut shop at the far corner swung open and a girl stepped out. She was standing on the curb directly under a streetlight before I drew level. From a distance, she looked like what I had in mind. Long dark hair. Medium-dark skin. Slender. Rather short. Hispanic? Asian? Italian, maybe? I couldn’t tell, but I slowed to take a closer look. As I braked to a stop, she stepped confidently up to the door of the car.

She paused with her hand on the door handle, peering suspiciously in. I stared right back. Up close, definitely Asian features. Young, but not a kid (“should be more experienced” whispered through my mind). Small breasts, but her thin white tube top looked damn nice on her. A short, side-button blue mini skirt with the bottom two buttons undone. Knee-high boots. Black leather purse on a shoulder strap.

“I want her,” I decided. When I smiled at her and patted the seat, she slipped in.

“Want a ride?” I asked, starting the ritual.

“Maybe.” She regarded me carefully. “Can you prove you’re not a cop?”

“Can you prove you’re not?” I returned. Some of her tension eased, but she remained wary.

She glanced around. Satisfied that no prowl car was in sight, she pulled down one side of her tube top for a moment. I caught a mouth-watering glimpse of an erect, dark-brown nipple before she pulled it back up.

“Your turn.”

I placed her hand on top of my bulging crotch. She gave it a squeeze before pulling her hand back.

“What do you want to do?” she asked. Her tone was considerably less hard, though still controlled. Definitely a lady who could watch out for herself.

“How much do you charge?”

“I’ll give you a head job here in the car for $50. For $100, I’ll give you a straight fuck, but you’ve got to rent a room if you’re not staying in a hotel close by. $150, I’ll give Çankaya Escort you half and half – you can come twice. Tell you what – it’s kind of late and getting cold. For $250, I’ll give you all night. As many times as you want.”

“Kind of expensive for all night. I probably can’t come more than two or three times, anyway. What makes you think you’re worth it?”

“I’m worth it. Look at this.” She lifted the front of her skirt and pulled her panties to one side, revealing her closely cropped, black haired pussy. Dark brown cunt lips, almost as dark as the nipple she had flashed, pouted slightly. “I’ve got the tightest pussy on the street. I get my health checked regularly, and make all my johns wear rubbers, so you’re going to be safe – you couldn’t pay me enough to take it bareback. Besides – ” she gave a crooked grin “I saw the way you gave me the eye before you pulled over. Got a thing for Oriental girls, hmm?”

“Maybe.” I smiled back. “Or maybe I just think you’ve got the prettiest cunt I’ve seen in a long time. All night it is. You charge extra if I want to eat you out?”

She gave me an approving look. “Do a good enough job, and it’s free. Get me to come, and I might even consider a refund.”

Fortunately, the hotel was one of those California affairs with a parking lot to the side rather than a garage, and a side door that my room key could open. I didn’t want to try talking her past the front desk – her clothes shrieked “street whore” from a block away. We didn’t meet anyone on the elevator or in the hall. With a feeling of relief, I swung the door of the room closed behind her.

She surveyed the room carefully. “Nice. Not bad at all. You gotta get up early in the morning, or can we take our time?”

“I need to check out by 12:30. If you want, we can sleep in. Room service breakfast, maybe?”

I was rewarded with a speculative smile. “Mm. You aren’t too bad, stranger. Got something I can call you?”

“Dave. And you’re . . .”

“Nita.”

Before she asked, I counted out $200 and handed it to her. I suddenly realized that if she stayed here, she could easily slip out with my wallet while I was sleeping. She gave a grin at my worried look.

“Never in the Navy, were you?”

“What?”

“Look, I’ll show you. I’m honest, and I’m not gonna roll you, but you don’t know that – so let me show you something.”

She had me raise the mattress and place my wallet underneath the middle. There was no way she’d be able to get it out while I was sleeping on top without waking me. When she said she was honest, she must mean it.

Nita surprised me again by declining my offer of a drink, though she did accept a soda. She went along enthusiastically when I suggested we clean up before bed, though. Probably a treat to have a customer who didn’t smell of stale sweat and cigarette smoke.

The bathroom got a nod of approval. She bypassed the tub in favor of the large shower stall, and quickly skinned off her clothes.

Her body was everything I had hoped for. Short, slender, but definitely feminine. Nice, tight, bottom. Neatly trimmed pubic patch. Small breasts with large, erect nipples. I had her turn around slowly so I could see all of her.

She gave an indulgent smile when I pulled her close enough to suckle on a nipple, but pushed me gently away after a few seconds. “Careful, Dave. Shower now. You can do that later, maybe.”

The shower was fun – she insisted on washing me, and used her whole body to do it with. I had to force myself to slow down – having that slippery, nude body rubbed all over mine had me on the verge of orgasm several times. She seemed to enjoy teasing me – whenever she sensed that I was close to coming she would ease back. It was almost a relief when she shut the shower off and reached for a towel to dry me.

Still wrapped in towels, we returned to the bedroom. She turned back the sheet on the bed, and waved for me to sit down. From her purse, she pulled a small, foil-wrapped packet – a condom. She gave a slightly apologetic smile.

“Remember, I warned you that you have to wear it. Besides, it’s safer for you this way.”

“Safer for you, too. I’d hate for you to get something nasty from a customer.”

Apparently, I’d said the right thing. She pulled my towel off, and rolled the condom onto my almost painfully swollen cock. Letting her own towel slide to the floor, she knelt and slipped her mouth down over my rubber-encased penis.

She was very good. Professional. How many cocks does a girl have to eat to gain that kind of skill? I wrapped both hands in her hair and released myself to the experience. I was grateful for the condom – I wanted this to last, and I was already halfway there from her teasing in the shower. I tried to breathe steadily and control my reactions, but it only helped slightly. Despite all I could do I soon passed the point of no return. Keçiören Escort I don’t believe I have ever had a more powerful orgasm.

Afterwards, I collapsed on the bed, momentarily limp. Nita went into the bathroom briefly, and returned with a warm cloth. She removed the condom from my rapidly softening dick, and used the cloth to give it a careful washing. Only

after she was fully satisfied with its cleanliness did she return the cloth and the towels to the bathroom.

Still nude, she slid into bed beside me.

“I know it’ll be a while before you can go again. You wanna suck my titties some, like you were doing earlier?”

She had marvelous nipples – large, dark brown, and always at least half erect. Sensitive, too – she would giggle and pull back if I got too enthusiastic. Sooner than I had thought possible, I felt the beginnings of desire returning.

This time, I pushed her back on the bed. When she reached for her purse, I stopped her.

“Later. I want to eat your cunt first.”

“You were serious – I wasn’t sure. Do you know how many men I’ve had in there?”

“Probably none as horny as I feel right now when I think about eating it. I love pussy, and yours is about the prettiest I’ve seen.”

It was, too. Her cunt had medium lips, just a shade lighter brown than her nipples. She kept her bush neatly trimmed; the sparse hair was glossy black and as straight as the hair on her head. Despite her professionalism, she seemed to be at least mildly turned on; the inner lips were folded back, and a sheen of lubrication covered them. Both her inner cunt and her swollen clit were a deep, reddish pink.

I took a moment to savor the clean, salty/musky aroma before diving in. The taste was as delicious her smell had promised – clean, tangy, with a slight salt aftertaste. At first, she let me do whatever I wished, but her hands soon came down and pulled my head more firmly into place. I could feel her pushing her pussy harder into my face, as well. Soon, she was controlling the pace.

I could have happily continued for most of the night, but she wouldn’t allow it. Her demands became more and more urgent, more and more frantic. Finally, she ground her pussy into my face as hard as she could and stiffened; after a few seconds, she shuddered and relaxed.

I lifted my head and looked up. Her eyes were half-closed. Her upper chest had a reddish flush, while her nipples had hardened into swollen spikes. Unless she was a fine actress, she had just had an orgasm, and a powerful one.

She gave me a shaky grin. “Do you know how long it’s been since I came with a customer? Maybe I *should* give you a refund.”

I grinned back. “My pleasure, Ma’am. But don’t worry – you’ll earn it all by morning.”

“Give me a moment to recover, and I’ll start.”

By now, I was rock-hard once again. This time, after rolling the condom into place, she laid back on the bed and spread her legs invitingly.

“Want to see if my pussy is as good as I claim?”

My reply left me seated to the hilt. She hadn’t been bragging too much. Despite the hundreds? thousands? of cocks that might have explored it, it was the tightest I’d ever experienced.

“How . . . can you . . . handle . . . the really . . . big guys?” I asked as I thrust.

“Painfully . . . sometimes . . . I’m glad you’re . . . more normal.” She emphasized her point by clamping down with her vagina. I was amazed – she had been tight before, but now I could barely move.

She had a further surprise in store, though. As I began to thrust faster, her legs went up further and tightened. I could suddenly feel her heels digging into the small of my back as I pounded into her wide-open cunt. In this position, penetration was even deeper – it felt as if I was bottoming out on each stroke. I bellowed incoherently as I came.

Once again, she cleaned me carefully. After placing a couple of condoms on the bedside table, she dimmed the lights and cuddled her naked back up against me, pulling my arm over her so that my hand cupped a small breast. Through a haze of sleep, I could hear her even breathing gradually slow and mix with a few small, ladylike, snores.

***

Waking up in a strange hotel room with a naked woman isn’t something I do too often; I was disoriented for a moment. Almost immediately, the memories of the previous night flooded back in and I relaxed. We hadn’t shifted our positions much during sleep; my hand was still cupping her breast. I idly ran my thumb across her nipple, enjoying the sensation.

From the position of the sun on the wall, it was already mid morning. Reluctantly, I shook her awake. She came awake more gradually than I had, but didn’t show any signs of confusion. No doubt, she was used to waking up in this sort of circumstance.

Once she was fully awake, she slid out of bed and stretched – arms up, chest out, legs taut Etimesgut Escort – before heading into the bathroom. I admired the motion of her bare ass as she walked away.

Returning from my own visit, I found her still nude, lounging on the bed. She gave a half-pleased, half mocking smile as she saw my cock beginning to respond.

“Want your money’s worth, don’t you, Dave?”

“Wouldn’t you be worried if I didn’t? Think of it as . . . job security.”

She gave a short laugh. “Maybe you’re right. Looks like I’m real secure right now, doesn’t it?”

This time, after rolling the condom in place, she pushed me on my back. Once I was down, she swung a leg over me and lowered herself onto my waiting cock.

Astride me, she could control the tempo. Rather than urgent, frenzied pace of the night before, she took it slowly, easily. Perhaps because of this, the feeling was different; the mood was relaxed, friendly, almost tender. Judging by her gentle smile, she found the act as pleasant as I did; she almost purred when I began to gently stroke her sides and back. As my orgasm slowly built, I allowed myself the hope that she liked me, not just my money. Perhaps if we had met under different circumstances we might have dated . . .

I pulled myself back from that. However nice, she was here because I had paid her money; her trim body and exquisite cunt were for rent, and I mustn’t let myself forget it.

“But I still like her.” I told myself. “And I can treat her nicely while she’s here.”

This time, when I came, it was as unhurried and easy as the act that had produced it. I held her on my chest long after I had finished, savoring the contact. I would have loved to hold her there all day. All too soon, though, she slid off.

Rather than wait for her to return, I followed her into the bathroom and disposed of the condom myself. I didn’t protest, though, when she insisted on helping me clean up.

“Feel like breakfast?” I asked. “I can call room service.”

“Not afraid of starting gossip? They’ll know I don’t belong here.”

“Screw that. Anyway, I probably won’t be back here for a while.”

“You sold me. Too bad, though. I was hoping you’d be a regular.”

I did my best to conceal the pleasure I felt at her last remark.

(“Down, boy. She’s probably a wonderful actress. Even if I do hope she meant it.”)

After I called our order in, I retrieved my wallet from under the mattress and pulled my pants on; after all, I needed to open the door and tip the waiter. She watched me with amusement for a moment, then slid back into bed, pulling up the covers to her chin. I raised an eyebrow quizzically.

She gave me a devilish look. “Since you don’t mind gossip, I want breakfast in bed. If you’re not afraid I’ll shock the waiter, that is.”

“Be my guest.”

Breakfast arrived on a trolley pushed by a boy just a year or two out of high school. After his first rapid glance at my companion, he did a remarkable job of pretending all was normal, blandly rolling the trolley to the side of the bed, setting out the food, and positioning Nita’s bed tray. It was only when she sat up to eat that his self-possession cracked; she seemingly took no notice when the covers slid down to her waist. He absently accepted his tip without checking the amount and backed through the door.

“That was uncalled for.” I had a hard time not laughing.

“Well you *did* say ‘Be my guest’.” It sounded as if she was suppressing a giggle. “The poor boy acted as if he’d never seen tits before.”

“None like yours, Nita. None like yours. Now eat your breakfast.”

She pulled her clothes back on while I buckled up my suitcase. In the bright sunlight streaming in from the windows, they were even more revealing than they had been the night before. Her skirt ended well above the knee, and the dark outlines of her nipples could easily be seen through the thin white tube top.

“Well, Dave? Was I worth the money?” Her voice was challenging again.

“Actually, you’ve earned a bonus.”

I pulled several $20 bills from my wallet and handed them to her. Her gaze softened.

“Do you want me to call you a cab? I’ll give you cab fare – or I can drop you off if you’d like.”

“You’re checking out? You can drop me off.”

The waiter must have told his story; I saw several uniformed heads bob out of the door leading to the restaurant as I was settling up, while the clerk pointedly ignored Nita’s presence. Her face wore a mocking smile; if anything, she appeared to enjoy the whispers.

Contrary to what you’d expect, she lived in a nice house in the suburbs. For the first time since I’d picked her up, she showed signs of uncertainty.

“Could I offer you some coffee, or something?” Her voice sounded almost shy, as if she was unsure that I would accept. Her eyes warmed when I nodded.

Once inside, she carefully closed and latched the door before turning to me. I met her halfway.

For several minutes, we embraced in silence.

“Worth a bonus, was I?”

“Nita, you’ve got the talent to be a $1000 a night call girl, not a street whore.”

“Maybe I’ll be that next time. I had to turn down six guys before you showed up. Come on and help me change – it’s almost time to go pick up the kids.”

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These stories are a collaboration between YourLittleGirl9 and Youbadboy, each writing their own pieces to the story. They start with YLG9 in Movie Munchies and go on from there…

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I can Not believe what you did at the movie theater. Wicked little girl. I keep looking at your mouth, so innocent as we drive home. Knowing what you did.

And I take you home. Stand at the door. You thank me for a fun evening. I want to come inside. I kiss your soft, closed mouth.

“Mmmmm… maybe for a little while.”

And we sit on your sofa, you bring out some more treats that were left over. I say, “No that’s fine.”

“Anything to drink?”

“Some Merlot.”

“Okay.”

And I pull you near next to me, slide you over by me. “Come here.” Our legs tangle together and I tell you I want to kiss you, leaning in. I tell you how beautiful you are.

You say, “It’s because you want to fuck me.”

I tell you I will still think you are beautiful after we have fucked.

You laugh, you say, “See! Is that all I am to you?” and I am distracted by your reasoning.

But even while you say all that, I love your stream of words. I am already kissing you. You hold my face, my cheeks, and look at me, you look at me very seriously.

I say, “What?”

You just look at me and say nothing, and then close your eyes – those luscious green eyes and tip your mouth to me. I kiss you again. So delicious. And we play. I sip my wine, you sip yours, and we taste the wine on our tongues. Sometimes you kiss me with your eyes open, sometimes you play with my hair.

And that is what we do for a long time, slowly sinking lower and lower onto the sofa. There is music, but I have no idea what it is. There is only you in the whole universe right now, and it is warm. Somehow, we are laying side by side, our legs still tangled and we are still kissing. Our hands are roaming now, I am so hard again. You touch me and giggle. And I lay my hand right over the crotch of your blue jeans and squeeze. I swear I can feel you squishing Kolej Escort in there, warm. You let me.

You lean back from me and watch my hands lay on your breasts. I simply rub you, rub your tummy rub your breasts, lay my hand over your throat, run a line around your lips. Kiss you again. You watch me, all quiet. Sort of shy. We have all the time in the world.

I tug the blouse out from your jeans and begin to unbutton you. Pull your top open and look at your breasts, and touch your soft skin and lean in and kiss you there, lick you and kiss you. I kiss up to your neck, chew along your jaw line and breath in your ear. Say silly things, like what a treasure you are. Tell you I am looking for buried treasure, have you got any?

“Tell me where it is,” and I begin to play between your legs, poke and squeeze.

You take me by the hand saying, “I’ll show you,” and we walk to your room. I finish undressing you by the bed and lay you down on the mattress, leave the sheets pulled back, looking at you the whole time. God…..I love your pussy.

That moment just before you know you are about to be fucked.

You watch me undress and my cock is pointing straight up again and you laugh. And I lay in next to you and we just wrap ourselves around each other, feel our skin. Just a little light, I want to see you. And I trace lines over you, along your legs, trace the bone of your thigh, touch your belly button. I say, “Hi”, acquaint myself with naked you.

I pull you to me, lower myself, scootching down on the mattress and pull your legs open a little. And I lay my cheek right at your tummy, rub my lips over the whisp of hair growing there. Begin to eat. Lick and suck and hold you open. My turn. And I drink you in, open your legs so wide, open you up, can see your pink slit from ass to front. You are a little shy, I think, letting me look right up into your cunny, pull you open, touch your clit, watch your nakedness, dig my fingers in.

I push my fingers into you as I eat you, lick you until you are Rus Escort squirming underneath me. Oh my god I want to eat you, taste you. Oh my god. You are getting so wet and squirming beneath me. I love the way you feel. I feel your hands in my hair.

I suck on you, chew your clit, let it out all shiny, and draw these wondrous little circles until you are squirming around my hands and all I do is hold myself there and let you push and squeeze and rub yourself into my hand. Harder and harder and harder. You are grinding yourself against me. I want you to cum, cum right there, cum with my touch and I reach up in you and stroke the inside of your vagina, soft and then harder. Rubbing you over that little rough spot up inside, dig into you and feel your body trembling against me. You grab my head and push me into your thighs. I can barely breath, you are crying out, panting. “Oh god oh god…” and I let you thrash beneath me, just holding on for dear life. My little girl is cumming. God I love the way you feel. Your eyes are on fire, panting, your cunt this hungry open wound. And I suck and suck and suck. Still aching for you as I do.

As you slow your movements, fall back on the bed I sidle up by you and begin to kiss you soft again. You do not move. You laugh a little, and lean in to me, turn yourself. And then we kiss and kiss and kiss.

I am not done with you girl. When you let me, I begin to slide my fingers up in you again. You are soaking wet, and we turn to each other, I press you back into the mattress again. I rise up and lay against you. We touch our bellies together. I want to fuck you. I need to feel myself inside you, and we watch my cock touch up between your legs. Your knees bent, and held open. Your hair is everywhere, you look dissolved, hungry, wild. And I press into you, my whole length, looking into your eyes as I enter you.

So slow, hold you to me, and then slide back out. We can see my shiny cock leave your body and then press back in.

“Does it hurt?”

“A little.”

I Yenimahalle Escort move slow, let you feel me enter you deep and then slide back out. Your belly filling with me, our heat. I can feel your breath on my chest.

You hold my arms and I lay myself on you and we kiss again. God I love to kiss you. You chew my lower lip, knowing how I love that. And I fuck you. Gloriously fuck you. Moving on you gradually faster, I am getting hungrier and hungrier. Pressing into you, you bobbing up with each thrust holding your legs open for me. Oh it feels so good, your tight little puss. Your peachfish. I ask my little girl if her peachfish likes getting fucked. You can barely speak now. And I begin to pound into you, harder and harder. Lifting myself up, running my hard cock along your clit, drive straight into you.

And I reach back, cradle the small of your back and reach lower, lower, dig my fingers into the crack of your ass, and find your little anus and press a finger in. Your eyes widen, and I press my whole finger in. Ass fuck you with my finger and press back against my cock from inside you, fucking you hard and holding you against me with my fingers up inside you. Your body is pressed against me, and we kiss and fall down into that mattress until I feel my cum rising again. I tell you I am going cum in you, fill you. You are drinking me with your other mouth, your wet open mouth. And I grind you against me, until you are cumming again. We are one, vanishing, clinging to one another. Pressing ourselves together, consumed, consuming. I spray into you and feel your vagina contract tight around me, pulse into my body.

We are loud, we do not even know that we are loud. And then I lay my head beside yours, fall into the mattress, laying crossways my chest right beside you. Utterly disheveled, we are just stains in the sheets. Our bodies are hot and wet. I run my hand along your front, over your belly soaking wet. My finger slides along your tummy. Oh skin, everywhere skin.Our flesh. Our bodies.

I notice your teeth, the redness of your mouth and turn myself to you, fall out of you and push my one leg up between your legs, and feel your wetness my cum against my thigh. Hug you to me. We kiss again. Your mouth is cold, we laugh, talk about how ridiculous we are.

“Can I stay here tonite?”

“You already are.”

….And that is what we did when we got home.

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4: The Return

It has been months since the beautiful man in my dreams has visited me… My life has been turned completely upside-down with starting a new job and trying to get into a new sleep routine, but he returned to me last night….

Low candle light, rose petals, and new lingerie. I feel very womanly and sexy indeed. He walks into the room with a commanding presence and an aura of deadly sexual tension. He wastes no time in whisking me into his delectably strong arms and carrying me over to the bed.

He pauses, like he has missed me as much as I missed him, and looks me up and down in an approving state as he slowly climbs up my body. He runs his hands up my black thigh high stockings, past the garter belts, over the frilly thong to my bodice. My long blond hair spilling chaotically over the pillows, he takes a strand and raises it to his nose. He closes his eyes inhaling my scent, memorizing it.

His face is covered in weeks worth of growth giving him a rugged, sexual, and uniquely manly look… but his lips are what fascinate me as they flutter over my exposed skin. His icy blue eyes drill into mine, questioning me whether all of this is “real”. I simply smile and pull those lips to mine. Light kisses at first turn into breathless moments of pure passion. His tongue invades my mouth, taking possession of it. Dancing tongues in a fury of passion, deep and needing, until we both pull away to catch our breath.

I know what he wants, what he likes. I slowly start to grind myself against his thigh, letting him know with even more assurance than the lingerie that I want the same thing, a night of pure passion. His calloused hands lovingly caress my arms and trail down the deep v of my bodice to sneak under the cup and run circles around my hardened nipple. A sigh escapes my lips, it has been so very long since my dream lover has come to play with me.

I run circles down and across his back with my finger tips while he reacclimates himself with all my womanly curves. When I reach the waistline of his jeans my hands Büyükesat Escort travel up his sides, still tracing circles, until I reach his shoulders. I skim my hands down his firm chest and over his taunt stomach until I find my mark, his waistline again.

I gently caress him through his jeans, feeling his excitement and yearning build. I love the feel of his pulsating, throbbing manhood in the palm of my hand. Tracing circles over his head and running my fingers down his length, he finally speaks. “Baby, it has been SO long, why must you tease me so? You, in this lingerie takes my breath away and if you keep stroking me like you are, this will be over before we begin.” Smiling in a Cheshire catlike way, I undo the button and very slowly slide his zipper down.

I reach into his constraining jeans to caress his cock. The skin on skin contact is amazing. I have always appreciated his cock, the soft skin and firmness of it is so contradictory. I raise my legs up to his waistline and grab the waist of his jeans with my toes, never removing my hands from his glorious cock, and slide them down his legs. Stroking and massaging his manhood, he is completely bare to me. I run my legs and feet up and down his legs, making my hips lift and caress him along with my hands.

He is speechless at my actions, so I capture his lips yet again for another scorching kiss. We finally break to catch our breath again, or so I thought until he started trailing kisses, licks and nibbles down my neck toward the v of my bodice. This man, dear lord this man knows how to elicit shivers of pleasure from my body. He pulls back my cup and begins to tease my nipple. He circles it with his tongue while lightly scraping it with his teeth. While he is taunting one nipple, he rolls the other between his index finger and thumb, sending more shivers across my skin.

I feel I could die any moment from pleasure overload. Oh yes, I have missed this man. He continues to nibble and lick my left nipple while he trails Beşevler Escort his hand down my stomach to the brim of my frilly thong. Once his wandering hand reaches the barrier, he simply moves it aside so he can stroke my cleft. I gasp at the sudden presence of his hand caressing my clit and let out a low moan.

He finally moves away from my nipple to return to my lips. Our lips meet and he parts my lips with his tongue while his fingers continue to work my clit rolling it between his index finger and thumb. I find myself grinding against his fingers. A fire builds within me, starting at the tips of my toes, and quickly runs up my legs until it hits the center of my body. In a split second my body rips in two, a scream escapes me. He continues to rub my throbbing clit bringing me even higher. I grab the back of his neck and pull him down to kiss me. The moment those lips of his meet mine a second orgasm takes me and I moan into his mouth while passionately and furiously kissing him.

He removes his hand from my clit only to begin trailing kisses and licks down my body. He knows what he is doing. Down my stomach he continues until he reaches my womanly core. His facial hair tickles my inner thighs while his tongue circles my clit. He sucks my little nub in and lightly nibbles it before he inserts one of his long fingers into my honey hole. Each time his finger reaches my depths I feel his manhood against my leg, thrusting as if he was deep within me. How I long for that throbbing member to be buried to the hilt within me, but I cannot have him that way yet… I must tease him myself first.

I pull him up my body and deeply kiss him, his erection placed firmly against its intended entrance, he applies slight pressure to begin driving himself into my body. I wiggle just enough to allow entrance before I flip him and take control of the action. Once, twice, thrice I slide myself up and down his candy pole before I remove myself entirely.

I kiss him, but not really as I just flutter Cebeci Escort my lips above his. He moves in to make it a full contact kiss, but I pull away. I kiss his jaw line until I reach his earlobe. I flick it back and forth with my tongue and lightly nibble it with my teeth. He sighs in response as his hands roam my body. I straddle him and start removing my bodice.

One tug of a ribbon begins the undoing of his reserve. Slowly unlacing everything that is hiding all the things he is dying to see. I see the hunger building in his eyes, I can feel his excitement increasing at my core, yet I unlace the ribbon painstakingly slowly; I revel in the delicious torture I am causing him.

Loop by loop I expose my chest, he licks his lips in anticipation of his present unwrapping itself. Once my bodice is completely undone, I trail the ribbon across his chest and stomach sending goose bumps rippling across his skin. I then stand up, right above his manhood and slowly peel my frilly thong off along with the garters and thigh highs. I am now completely bare to him, as my blonde hair spills over my shoulders, chest, and back. He runs his hands up my legs and fingers my completely exposed slit before I gently push his hand away and get down to it.

I throw my hair over my shoulder as I take him into my warm watering mouth. Gods, a man like this shouldn’t taste this good. I lavish his erection, licking every nook and inch of him. I run my hands up and down his incredibly long legs before I gently take his sac into my hands to roll his balls in my hands. I start to lick his shaft and squeeze his balls in a rhythm.

I lick him from tip to hilt, base to tip rolling my double tongue rings around his cock. I lick my lips then take him into my mouth, continuing the circling with my tongue rings and the massaging of his balls. Slowly I make my way down to the base of him, allowing him to slide down my throat, while I massage his cock with a swallowing technique.

I work my way back up his shaft, rubbing the tip of my tongue against his frenulum. I look up into his icy blue eyes, they’re hooded with pleasure. This brings a smile to my face and I begin to giggle. The vibration of my giggle causes him to moan, so I decide to take him deep into my mouth and begin humming.

BUZZ!! BUZZ!! BUZZ!!

“One of these days, I AM going to MURDER that alarm clock for interrupting!!!”

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Days went by and turned into weeks. Danny, previously giving Carrie nary a thought, now thought about her as much as anyone! He wanted in that tight little hole and was fearful of that incident being a one time deal!

Carrie was somewhat more obsessive, being less experienced and having never done anything like that behind her boyfriend’s back. A normally horny girl, she found herself masturbating whenever she couldn’t get laid, always thinking about Danny no matter how hard she tried to focus on her boyfriend.

They saw each other occasionally, whenever he picked up his girlfriend and happened to go into the store. They would make eye contact, and share a smile, but nothing was ever said about that night. Whenever he did see, and his girlfriend wasn’t looking, he would sneak glances at her small ass in those snug jeans she wore.

The longer you go, of course, the more intense the desire. This was definitely true here. 2 months later, it was at the point where he couldn’t walk into the store without getting an immediate boner. She had to fight off tingles in her pussy every time the door opened at 5 o’clock. She would get so wet whenever it was him that came in! Each wanted to do something about it, but each didn’t know how.

Finally, Charmaine had to grab something in the back when Danny went to pick her up, leaving him on the sales floor. Carrie was there as well.

“I’ve been thinking a lot about that night.” He said to her.

“Me too.” She said quietly, looking into his eyes. Her pussy was tingling like mad now, her panties were soaked.

“Can we do something like that again?” he asked. It was all she could do to stop herself from dragging him into the office right now! She squeezed her thighs together tightly, trying to calm herself down but only making things worse.

“I don’t know,” she replied, “when?” her breathing was noticeably labored.

“Do you close tonight?” he asked.

“No,” she said, not taking her eyes off him, “but tomorrow I do.”

“Great,” he said, “tell your boyfriend to pick you up at 10, you’ll be working late. Let the other staff go at 9, and wait for my knock at the back door.” He said it with authority, as if she had already agreed to it. She didn’t argue, the feelings in her crotch driving her crazy. His girlfriend joined them at this point, and he tried successfully to hide his hard on as they left the store.

The next 24 hours were torture. He jerked off 3 times that night, and once the next day at work! Carrie made her boyfriend fuck her three times, trying to get some frustration out, but still couldn’t get Danny out of her mind. Her heart pounded when she saw him come in at 5 on the big day, her pussy flooded. They made eye contact and shared a smile. Charmaine was with a customer, and he found Carrie on the opposite side, behind some tall displays. Looking around, he saw no one with in eyesight. He went to her, placing a hand on her cheek and kissed her. She closed her eyes and when she felt his tongue slide into her mouth, she sent hers into his. They only french kissed for a few seconds, but he managed to get a quick fell of her soft ass, and her hand quickly squeezed the bulge in his pants. The broke off wordlessly. He smiled at her as he walked away.

9 pm couldn’t come soon enough for either of them. She got rid of her staff at 5 minutes to, she was so eager. Just after 9 she heard the knock on the door. She opened it and Danny stepped inside. He slipped his hands around her slim waist and her arms went around his neck. Their lips met, smacking repeatedly as their kiss grew passionate. He opened his mouth and she slipped her tongue inside, pressing her body against his hard as they made out. His hands grabbed her ass, gently squeezing as their tongues explored each other’s mouth. His hand slipped around to the front of her body as he kicked the door shut behind him. Over her shirt his hand slid until they cupped the small swell of her perky breast. He squeezed it lightly, feeling how hard her nipple was through the materials. She breathed heavily into his mouth as he backed her toward the office.

Without breaking the kiss, they went into the office where he pressed her against the desk. ‘smack, smack, smack, smack’ went their eager lips as they kissed heavily. His hand slid down to her crotch over her jeans and gently rubbed her, sending bolts of pleasure up her body.

“Mmmmmmph” she moaned into his mouth, legs parting a little more for him. She felt her jeans loosen as he undid her button. Then her zipper went down. His hand immediately dove into her panties, noticing they were silk (she had prepared for him when she got dressed that morning!). He ran his fingers through the curls of her pubic hair, searching for her treasure. She moaned when he felt hot wetness, and he knew he had found it. He ran a finger down her tight slit, teasing her, tickling her. She kissed him harder as his finger diddled her clit. Her own small hand Demetevler Escort began to rub his hard bulge over his pants as he slid his finger back down her slit. Danny dipped a finger into Carrie’s tunnel, forcing it halfway into her tight hole.

“Mmmmmmmph” she moaned again, her own fingers fumbling with his button and fly. She got his pants undone and she reached into his underwear. Pleasure surged through her body as she grabbed his penis in her young hand. Still kissing him sloppily, she stroked his cock slowly. He slid his hand out of her panties, leaving her wanting more. He grabbed her shirt and began to lift it up her body. He wanted to see her naked this time!!

She wasn’t sure if she would have sex with him, but she knew she definitely would have his tongue on her pussy. She wouldn’t let him leave without it! She had no problem exposing her body to him, though, as long as he went down on her! Her tight white belly became exposed, then her baby blue, silk bra. Carrie released his cock and raised her arms up, breaking the kiss, allowing him to pull her shirt off. She pulled his shirt off as well, dropping it on the floor before embracing and kissing him again. This time, the skin of their upper bodies were touching, and the heat that they felt only made their desire more passionate.

Carrie broke the kiss and he watched her slowly sink to her knees, taking his pants and under wear down as she went. His fully hard, 6 inch cock was at attention before her as she left his pants and underwear around his ankles. He was looking down at her but she was focused solely on his cock. Her hair was again tightly back in a bun, so he could see her entire face. Her small hand stroked his dick slowly, as she moved towards it.

He watched her tongue snake out and slowly lick up his shaft. She brought his dick down so it stuck straight out at her, and her tongue ran a trail of saliva around his mushroom head, teasing him. His one hand was on the back of her head, urging it towards his cock. She opened her mouth and his penis slipped inside. Carrie hungrily slid her lips down his shaft, taking his entire cock in her mouth. Her mouth was so warm around his cock, he thought he could cum right there. She began to slowly bob her head back and forth, slurping loudly. Her bra straps were slowly coming off her shoulders, her skin creamy white beneath. He watched her lips caress his entire pole rapidly, repeatedly.

He needed to fuck her. He couldn’t let her get away with head again! He gently pulled her head back, and his cock slipped out of her mouth with a loud slurp. She stood up, looking at him with desire in her eyes. Their lips met, tongues firing inside immediately. Danny slid both his hands down the back of her jeans and into her silk panties, feeling her soft, bare ass as he kissed her. Carrie felt her pants slide down her legs and made no move to stop them as she breathed heavily into his mouth. They fell down to her ankles as she sat back on the desk. He raised her foot and took off her sandal, noting that her toenails were still painted a nice red. He took off her other sandal and off came her pants soon after.

She opened her legs so he could step in between them as they kissed. She had only her bra, and a tiny pair of baby blue panties on. Her skin was creamy white, so soft, so smooth. His naked cock was pressed against her thinly covered crotch, rubbing against it as they kissed noisily. He broke the kiss and began to kiss down her neck. Thrills shot throughout her body. He was going down on her!

He kissed down her chest to the top of her bra. Danny pushed the one strap further down her arm, slowly uncovering the pink areola of her left breast. Her young nipple was erect, and very sensitive as he flecked his tongue over it for the first time. He licked all around Carrie’s nipple, sucking into his mouth briefly before continuing to kiss down her belly. He kissed around her belly button, her pussy was tingling uncontrollably. He kissed down to the top of her skimpy panties before grabbing the waistband in each hand, pulling gently. She grabbed them and held them up.

“These have to stay on.” She breathed, “we can’t have sex Danny.” She pleaded, though the desire remained in her eyes. He let go of her panties and proceeded to kneel before her. She placed her tiny white feet on the edge of the desk.

Carrie held herself up on her elbows and watched him kiss the inside of both of her soft thighs. He could smell the scent of her arousal through her panties as he kissed ever closer to her treasure. He kissed her pussy lips over her panties, causing her to gasp as more tingles shot throughout her body. Using his thumb, Danny slowly pushed her panties to one side, exposing the auburn curls of pubic hair followed by the quivering pink lips of her no doubt tight cunt. Not wasting any time, he placed his mouth on her pussy and immediately Otele Gelen Escort sucked her swollen lips into her mouth, licking them rapidly, tasting her delicious juices.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhh..” she sighed, shaking with pleasure. She placed her feet on his shoulders as he released her pussy lips. He slowly licked from the bottom of her slit up to the top, lapping at her clit once he reached it. Her hand grabbed his head and held it between her thin legs as he slid his tongue into her steamy hole.

“Ohhh God…” she moaned. She could feel a massive orgasm approaching already! Danny sucked her clit into his mouth and held it there, licking at it lightly while continuing to suck gently. Carrie was gasping for breath, getting closer.

“Ohh, Ohhh, OHHHHHHHHHhhhhhh!” she moaned, cumming. Her hand was pressing his face so tightly against her pussy he couldn’t breathe. He didn’t mind. She was writhing her crotch against his face as she came, her entire body on fire. He licked and licked and licked her horny twat as her powerful orgasm took over her body. Finally, it subsided.

She lay before him, gasping for breath, her legs relinquishing their hold on his head. Danny stood up, hard cock in hand, and stepped up to the edge of the desk. Carrie was helpless, flushed, chest heaving, her brastraps were fallen off her shoulders, her nipple partially exposed on the left side, her silk panties were pushed to one side somewhat, partially covering her lovely bush. She was looking at his cock hungrily.

How easy it would be to just let him slide that tool inside her needy hole! She decided she would if he had a condom. With one hand, Danny pushed her panties the rest of the way over, with the other, he placed the head of his cock against her entrance. He rubbed the mushroom head up and down her pink lips slowly, she sighed, heart pounding.

“Do you have a condom?” she asked. Damn! He knew he forgot something!!

“No.” he confessed, still hoping though.

“We can’t do this,” she breathed, “I’m sorry. We need protection.”

“That’s ok.” he said. He pulled her into a sitting position and kissed her. She thrust her tongue into his mouth, kissing him passionately as he rubbed his cock against her thinly covered pussy. Her hands were around his neck, they held each other close as he caressed her bare back, up and down, under her bra strap. He unsnapped her bra strap and she felt it fall down her arms.

He broke the kiss, looking into her eyes as she dropped her bra onto the floor, revealing small, perky breasts. Her skin was so white, her nipples so hard. He kissed her, lips smacking, and he than proceeded to kiss down her neck. She arched her head back as he kissed down her chest.

The entire time, they were writhing their crotches against one another, driving each other insane. He kissed and licked at each of her small breasts, paying special attention to her nipples. He kissed back up to her mouth where they kissed hard, breathing laborously into each other’s mouth. Carrie could stand it no more. She needed it. Bad. She broke the kiss.

“I can’t take it.” she gasped, and he watched as she reached down her body with both of her hands. One hand pulled her panties to one side. The other hand grabbed his organ and slowly eased it down to her treasure. His cock jerked slightly, sensitive to the intense heat coming from her cunt when it touched it. She was very very wet. She placed his penis at the entrance to her vagina, pulling it forward slightly, trying to force it in her. Danny pushed forward, watching her pussy lips stretch around the head of his cock, pulling him inward. Moist heat tightly engulfed the top of his penis as he tried to push further into her.

“Ohhhhhhhh God!” she moaned, feeling her cunt stretch. He was watching her lovely snatch try and take his cock, but it wasn’t going in any further. His size was only average, but she was so tight she made him feel huge! He pulled out slightly, grabbing the sides of her hips. Using them for leverage, he pushed hard into her, this time squeezing most of his dick inside her.

“OHHH!” she cried with pleasure. She needed this. He felt so good inside her. Danny began to slide in and out of Carrie, his penis eventually getting all the way into her tight little vagina.

She lay back on the desk, a beautiful picture before him. His gaze traveled up her body as he screwed her. Her small feet were at the edge of the desk, wide apart, toes curled over the edge. Her sexy legs were creamy white, smooth. Her beautiful, neatly trimmed bush framed a beautiful pussy, and he watched his pole appear and disappear into her pink lips. Her pale white belly was smooth, flat and sexy, her perky tits were bouncing slightly with each of his thrusts, nipples erect. Her head was turned to the side, her eyes closed as she took his cock over and over.

The desk was moving back about a half inch every Balgat Escort time he thrust into her, neither cared or noticed. Carrie felt an orgasm coming on, and she knew it would be a big one.

“Unh! Unh! Unh! Unh! Unh! Unh! Unh! Unh! Unh!” her moans were loud, and getting louder as she approached the brink. Her boyfriend’s cock was about the same size as this one, but this felt different, somehow, more exciting. Danny fucked her hard on the desk as she hurdled towards orgasm.

“……OOOOHHHHHHHH! OHHHHHH God!” she cried, cumming. Her entire body was wracked with pleasure. Her pussy was so tight, and it squeezed him even tighter when she came! Her small hands were clawing his arms as she lost all control of her body, cumming so intensely, gasping for air. Her small feet were up above him now, flailing helplessly as he jackhammered in and out of her needy, hungry cunt. He suddenly pulled his cock out of her with a noticeable ‘slurp’ noise. Carrie was caught off guard, and disappointed, suddenly realizing just how much she loved that cock inside her. He pulled her up onto her feet, kissing her briefly, lips smacking. He spun the helpless girl around and she eagerly bent over the desk.

He almost came at the sight. He just loved how women’s asses looked in skimpy panties. He grabbed them, sliding the dainty things down her sexy legs, falling to his knees behind her as he exposed her ass. He left her panties at her feet, she was now naked before him. He kissed each ass cheek, hands spreading them apart. He loved the sight of her asshole, and her puckered cunt lips beneath. Holding Carrie’s ass cheeks apart, he buried his face in her ass, lapping at her tasty snatch once more.

“Ohhhhh yes! Again!” she cried, loving it as intense pleasure shot from her pussy up her spine. He got his tongue right into her tight hole, tasting her delicious juices. He licked all over her cunt, sucking in her pink lips. She pressed her ass back against his face as he mercilessly licked her horny slit. She felt another orgasm on its way, but unfortunately he couldn’t hold off any longer. He had to get his cock back inside her. She didn’t mind.

He stood up behind her. Subconsciously, her legs opened wider and she bent a little further over the desk. He ran his cock down the crack of her ass until it reached her slit, stopping at the entrance to her wonderful treasure. Carrie pushed back, forcing the head of his cock into her tight hole.

“Ohhhhhhhhh..” she sighed. He grabbed the soft sides of her smooth ass and rammed his penis into her, forcing his entire organ inside the tightest of cunts in one shot. “UNH!” she cried, loving it. Her naked ass was pressed tightly against his groin, his entire penis sheathed deep inside her hungry vagina. Looking down, Danny noticed that Carrie was on her tip toes to accommodate his height of 6’1. He began to slide his dick in and out of her, gripping her ass tightly in his hands as she gripped his cock tightly with her pussy. He fucked her hard right away, slapping rapidly against her young ass. ‘slap slap slap slap slap slap slap slap slap’ the impact of his groin hitting her ass was loud, and echoed throughout the office as much as her moans did. Her orgasm was on it’s way, and her small hands gripped the side of the desk tightly as she got fucked from behind.

“Unh! Unh! Unh! Unh! Unh!” she moaned, face clenched in ecstasy. He loved listening to her moans, and the slaps of her ass against his thrusts. He watched her ass cheeks shake every time he slapped against them. He was losing it as well. Carrie came first though, moaning loudly, hi-pitched.

“OHHHHHHHHHHH! my God….. Ohhhhhhhh!” she cried as he continued to piston in and out of her tight cunt. After a few more minutes, he was losing it as well. She was so fucking tight!! The entire time, it never felt any looser! Amazing! He moaned, fucking her as hard and as fast as he could, slapping against her ass violently.

“Are you on the pill?” he grunted, without missing a beat.

“Yes!” she sighed excitedly. She didn’t have the wits about her to ask him to pull out! Danny moaned again, sliding his entire penis deep into Carrie’s tight, young vagina. He came. He came hard. Weeks of desire and buildup for this woman and it showed with just how much he came. His cock spasmed, firing out a huge wad of cum into her pussy. Load after load of sperm shot into her womb, his dick would not stop pulsating. She collapsed, moaning on the desk as Danny continued to cum inside her.

“Oh God..” he gasped as the last of his semen trickled out of him and into her. He held his softening dick inside of her for a minute, cherishing her tightness. Finally, he slipped his penis out of her tight, sopping wet pussy. She stood up and turned to him, beautiful, naked. He hugged her, holding her warm body close as they caught their breath. He kissed her lips softly, repeatedly. He looked at the desk.

“Holy!” he said, “Check it out!” The desk was pushed about 4 feet across the room and was pressed against the filing cabinet. Still naked, the two of them moved the desk back. He watched Carrie pull her panties up her amazing legs, before getting dressed themselves.

Later, from his car, Danny watched as Carrie got into her boyfriend’s car, another guys cum inside her pussy, and drove off.

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I’ve waited all day for this. I’ve waited all day to see you, to chat with you. Even though we’ve done this twice before already since we met, my face still heats up from both intense arousal, and what remaining shyness I feel. After all, it’s not every day a woman like me meets a man who has openly appreciated my body, and my mind, as I am all together.

I am speechless with trepidation still, though you admonish me to be myself. How do I communicate in words what I’m feeling without sounding incredibly silly to my own ears? I know, I judge myself too harshly. I promised I wouldn’t stress out too much and I won’t.

But the desire to kiss you is unbelievably strong. I can’t resist…I stretch up to connect my lips with yours, wanting desperately for you to kiss me deeply, your fingers in my hair, which is just long enough now for you to wind your hand through it, tugging just enough to make me wetter than I am now.

I want to feel your body pressed into mine, want to feel how hard you are as your mouth moves down to my neck, softly kissing, nipping and licking. I can’t hold back a moan as your mouth grazes that spot where my neck meets my shoulder. It’s one of my favorite spots to be kissed, licked and teased…and yes, I want a hickey there.

I love having them…even if others can’t see the way you mark my body with them, I can, and that is enough. Because they’re not the one being seduced beyond thought. I am. I’m the one who gets to see, I’m the one who gets to recall who put the hickeys on Çankaya Escort my breasts, my thighs, everywhere, and I’m the one who gets to smile secretly to myself in response, making people wonder what I’ve been up to.

Of course, judging by the expression on my face, they’ll likely conjure up that quote from a certain fantasy movie: “I solemnly swear I am up to no good,” and think it about me and what I’ve been doing…who I’ve been with. But do I care? No. Not in the least.

Not when your mouth is moving downwards to my breasts, your lips and tongue flicking over one nipple, then slowly moving to the other, and it’s my turn to weave my hands in your hair, my head falling back with the ecstasy of the moment. Your delicious mouth lingers over my breasts, taking each one at a time again, biting my flesh gently enough to leave a mark but not to hurt too much, and all of this makes me moan just a bit louder.

Yes, you are doing this. You are the one driving all rational thoughts from my head, making me moan as you kiss further down my body, down to my waiting, dripping pussy. Oh, yes, I want your mouth there! I’ve been daydreaming about your mouth being there since the night we started doing this with each other, and every time I do, my panties get so incredibly soaked, and I feel my muscles inside clench in anticipation of you sliding, sinking your cock deep inside.

But not yet…I want your lips and tongue on my slit, licking me there, sucking Keçiören Escort on my clit and driving me out of my mind! My breath catches, pulse kicking and I’m feeling more and more flushed all over, just as you said you wanted to do to me not long after we met. When you’d first said that, I knew it was something I wanted. Badly. I wanted you to touch, taste and tease me all over, slowly, quickly, and anywhere in between.

I wanted your hands and lips everywhere, and the more I kept thinking about it, the more this felt right to me, other people’s opinions be damned. You have a way of making me forget all that crap, allowing me to go about the next day with my mind blissfully unaware of whoever might be judging…because it is no other than you who puts the smile on my face, even when we’re not driving each other wild, and we’re just chatting, and I see your messages on my phone.

You are the embodiment, by the way, of an Irish phrase I once learned: “Tog Go Bog E.” It simply means “take it easy.” And that, with the delicious feel of your hands and mouth and entire body on me, as well as your teasing wit, is what you’ve been really teaching me how to do.

Especially now that you’ve got your mouth and tongue on my pussy, driving me closer to climax, and I grab your shoulders to hang on tight while that familiar spiraling, tightening coil of pleasure starts winding and winding, and I feel more of my juices drip out of me. I’ve never met anyone else Etimesgut Escort who has made me this wet before. Not like this.

Sometimes I feel like my pussy is instead a piece of fruit, it gets so juicy just thinking of what you might do to me, running your hands over my thighs, gripping my ass gently while you drive me closer to the edge.

It is at this moment that I can’t stand it anymore. I want to come with your cock filling me up. I beg this of you, and you lay me down on the bed, positioning yourself over me, and I eagerly wrap my legs around you as you slide in, your mouth returning to my breasts as you thrust hard into me, over and over, your cock sliding, rubbing intensely against my G-spot, and a louder moan tears free of my throat at this mind-blowing sensation!

That’s how full you make me feel. That’s how much ecstasy I am in right now, with no thought but for the present moment, your mouth and hands moving everywhere, fast and slow by turns, as you come close to the edge yourself, but slow down in order to make this incredible feeling last.

We spend the next half-hour doing this edging dance that keeps the inner spiral coiling and coiling, winding tighter with each movement, but we’re at the point where we can’t be wound any tighter, the desperate, powerful urge to go over that edge in our voices. We give up the edging dance, moving, thrusting, rushing headlong into a gushing, near-volcanic explosion that rockets us upward and into a feeling where there is no space and time! There’s just us and our mutual pleasure, our breaths, like the rest of us, coming fast and hard, the ecstasy so potent it’s nearly tangible.

Collapsing into each other, catching our breaths, we hold each other as our minds and psyches drift down to earth.

And I can’t think of anyone I’d rather enjoy this kind of thing with than you.

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What Did You Do Friday Night?
I Got Laid
Based on the movie GO
Part I: Ronna I’m a top-seated amateur.” I replied back. I walked in some good looking guy in about his mid forty’s had answered the door.

“Rhonda..” He greeted me.

“It’s Ronna.” I said in a nervous laugh.

“Oh, I’m sorry, Ronna ha.” he said, “so Adam and Zach tells me you have 20/20 is that correct?” he asked me.

I paused for a moment and I remember him being a cop.

“May I use the bathroom?” I asked.

“Sure go ahead.” The forty-year-old man said.

“I’ll show you where it is.” Zach said.

“No that’s OK, your father or whatever gave me good directions to where the bathroom is.” I said.

I then got in the bathroom and locked the door Eryaman Escort and turned on the water. I emptied out the pills and flushed them down the toilet.

They had spilled on me.

“SHIT!” I yelled.

“Is everything alright?” The forty-year-old man asked.

“Fine, peachy keen.” I replied.

I then heard him trying to open the door so I picked up the pills that spilled on the floor and flushed them. He had opened the door right when I finished flushing them.

“Bathroom’s all yours.” I said with a smile and started walking towards the door.

“So Ronna honey do we have a deal or what?” The cop said.

“No, I couldn’t get it. That is what I came to tell you.”

“I Sincan Escort don’t believe that, a resourceful girl like you, come on.” The cop said while he was touching my face and trying to touch my breasts.

“No really. I couldn’t make it, sorry.”

“Well Ronna I want to have sex so can we make a deal on that?”

“No, who the fuck are you? Monty Hall? Did you know I am only eighteen? I shouldn’t be even dealing since I am so UNDERAGE and ILLEGAL?!” I said.

Adam, Zach, and the police officer just looked at me weird and I started to open the door when Adam opened the door for me.

After I got out of that tight situation, Manny and I went back and exchanged pills which were allergy Etlik Escort medicine for ecstasy for Claire and we went to a rave. Manny and I smoked a joint and then we did it on the car. He kept thrusting real hard into me.

It felt really good. After the good fuck, I went into the rave to make some money with left over allergy medicine I had. I made over $400. So I was dancing with Claire and Manny and all of a sudden Manny saw Todd coming this way and so I ran with Manny and Claire just was dancing the night away. Manny then started puking and so I stored him with a bunch of trash cans while I went to get the car.

“Hi Ronna.” Todd said.

“Todd…” I said

“How are sales?” Todd said.

“Todd I can explain…”

“You don’t need to explain nothing and just for that you are going to have to be my sex slave god damn it or die!”

“NO NO TODD PLEASE I AM SORRY THEY JUST…”

“Don’t lie Ronna, you fucked me! Now it is time for you to get fucked back.”

I ran as fast as I could and all of a sudden, a yellow car hit me.

To Be Continued…

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We had been talking online for quite sometime, almost a year. You knew that I was married, what city and where I worked. There was little that we didn’t know about each other. Our trust grew as time went on.

We chatted about many things from current events to family life to our fantasized sensual desires. Many times we wished to be able to come through the phone wire to the others location to make those desires come true.

Our phone conversations were few and far between. When we did talk we were laying in bed in the dark, our hands touching ourselves as we slipped into an erotic dream coming from the others voice on the line. The moans, the need in the others voice as we spoke and finally the release that we wanted…but wishing it was at the hand of the other. Then laying there listening to each other breathe. It was as if you were lying next to me instead of many miles away. It’s always so hard to hang up the phone.

Once in a while you would call me at work and see how my day is going. What a nice break in my day. One day you called and asked about my day and Demetevler Escort what I was doing at lunch. I said it was the same old boring day and that I was going out for lunch. You said you had to go and that you would see me soon. I thought that was a figure of speech. Wrong!

The front desk buzzed me and said I had a salesperson in the lobby. I said that was fine, send them back to my office. In walked this active woman beaming a very big smile. I stood and said Hi, I’m Anthony. As I looked up, the face seems very familiar to me. You said “I know” smiling. You could see the realization on my face that I was puzzled.. that something was up. You were almost laughing and said I’m…I said yes I know and smiled. I reach for the door and closed it. Then we kissed.

Your hand pulls open your trench coat to reveal a white lace crop top, a garter and stockings with heels. You asked me if I thought this was appropriate business wear. I said, “Yes”. We kissed and fondled each other. Seems to me that this was a fantasy Otele Gelen Escort of ours. You said, “Really, I don’t remember” with a sly grin.

I closed my blinds and let you sit on my desk. You let your coat drop back revealing such a sensual sight. I put your feet on the arms of my chair and moved in closer. I let my face hover over your mound to inhale your musk. Then I had to taste you, my tongue dipped between your lips sampling your wetness.

MMM the taste and smell were incredible. The softness of your lips and your hard clit as my tongue move over them was exquisite. I feel you fingers in my hair pushing down on me. We both know we must be very quiet so as not to be heard. I can hear your breathing quicken and your body reacting to my efforts to please you. My face is covered with your juices.

I feel your legs go over my shoulders as you lean back. Sometimes you are watching me feast and others you are lost in pleasure. I feel you muscles start to contract and your body shakes. I could see that Balgat Escort you were trying hard to be quiet as you came into my mouth. I sucked the your juices out of you. So wet and tasty. Finally you hugged your body around my head. Your breathing in my ear tells me all.

You slide off the desk and kneel before me as I sit in my chair. Unzipping my pants you look possessed, wanting what is in there. You free my cock ohhhh babe that feels so good. Smiling as you look at me you lick the precum that drips from the tip. You say you love my shaven cock and balls as you caress me. Your hand moves up and down my shaft as you suck the tip. I move my hips forward giving you more room. My head is back; I am trying not to moan.

I see you fingering yourself as you suck me. Then you take your well-lubed finger and slide it up my ass. I almost come out of my chair. I feel you mouth take me in deep as you go down on me. My body trusts forward and I shot my cum into your mouth. I hear you sucking it down. I am almost panting as you clean me up. You stand up and slip your coat on. Leaning over me you kiss me deeply sharing my cum with me mmmm.

Nice doing business with you Mr. Brown, here is a key to my room in town. I will be there whenever you leave work today. You leave and I watch the clock to see that it doesn’t seem that I am following you out. Twenty minutes later I am drive across town to meet with my new sales rep again.

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I was 25 when I returned home with my tail between my legs and feeling none to proud of moving back into my dad’s house. Six years in a college setting had had there affect on me and as I unpacked the last box of books and folded the it up to haul to the garage, I felt a pang of self-pity.

“Three degrees and you’re going to work at your old high school. Sorry sack of—” Anyway, with over $15,000 in loans to pay off, a recession in full swing, and my father’s health declining, it was my most viable option.

I tossed the folded box in the garage can and, seeing it was full, closed the lid and hefted it down the drive.

My parents’ place was technically in the country, with 19 acres, a pond, a barn and an orchard with apple and peach trees. In late summer the heat was just breaking and the burnt yellow landscape was beginning to green again at the edges, signifying the transition to the cool September season.

As I set the can down at the side of the dirt road I noticed a car parked in the ditch down near the orchard. I walked down to find the car was a small Honda civic, its door ajar and the engine running. Without hesitation I took the keys out of the ignition and wandered into the orchard. I came to a tree in which I detected movement and in a moment a few apples fell, landing neatly on a thin flannel shirt spread out on the ground.

I cleared my throat. The rustling in the tree stopped.

“Okay, I know you’re up there. Come on down.”

“Why? You own this place?” The voice was challenging and girlish. There was a shutter of branches as the figure dropped down, landing gracefully on her feet. She was about 5’5″ and athletic looking, though not scrawny by any means. Her hair was dirty blonde and her eyes were squinted against the sunlight. “How do you know I haven’t got permission to pick them?”

“Do you have permission?” I cocked my eyebrow dubiously.

She shrugged. “No, but I figure if the owner catches me he’ll be lenient.”

“Oh he will, huh?”

“Yes, I’m such a terribly nice girl. Anybody who talks to me for five minutes can tell that.” She put her hands on her hips confidently as she spoke. “And I’m also quite stubborn and independent and not about to put up with the miserly stance of a person who grows so many apples and doesn’t share them. Besides, I’ve driven by every day since these things started to ripen. Nobody’s picking them, they’ll just spoil anyway.” She picked up the shirt with the apples and bundled them up, keeping one out for herself to eat. “Anyway, there just apples. Not like I’m steeling Faberge eggs or anything.”

“No, I suppose not.” She was dressed for the end of summer, jean shorts and a faded blue tank top. When she bent over to bundle the apples a nice line of cleavage revealed itself. I did my best not to take much notice. The girl was young. “Still,” I said, looking off toward the house, which was barely visible through the trees. “It is rather impolite to just invite yourself into somebody else’s orchard.”

She polished her apple on the tattered hem of her jean shorts. “So call the cops. If you’re the farmer, though, I have to say you’re a bad one. Why haven’t you started picking yet?”

“I’m not the farmer. My dad is. And… well, he’s been sick.”

“So, why don’t you pick the apples for him? That’d be what a nice son would do. Got any siblings? You could make a family event out of it.”

I smirked. “I have two brothers, but they’re both in the service.”

“Oh, one of those families, huh? So what are you, like home from military school or something?”

It was at this point I realized that this girl had mistaken my age. “Actually, I’m going to be a teacher.”

“Oh,” she said, blinking as she reappraised me and then took a big bite of her apple. “I bet your daddy didn’t like that.”

“Like what?”

“You rebelling,” she paused, munching loudly. “Going off to become something other than a farmer or a soldier.”

“Actually, he liked the idea.”

She nodded, swallowing. “See, I could be Sherlock-effing-Holmes.”

“I think you’re closer to Nancy Drew.”

“Ooh, a burn from the old man. You want a bite?” She offered the apple to me casually.

“No thanks.”

“It’s good.” She held it closer to my mouth. I could smell the sweetness of the fruit and pushed it away.

“I was raised on them.”

“Overloaded, huh?”

“Yep.”

She sighed and turned, slinging the shirt with the apples over her shoulder and walking idly in the general direction of the road. “They say you can have too much of a good thing. But then again, I don’t think I’d ever get tired of apples. They’re my favorite fruit, you know. After breadfruit, that is.”

“Breadfruit?”

“Yeah, have you ever had breadfruit?”

“No.”

“Neither have I. I bet I’d like it though. Something about the name tells me as much. Speaking of which, I’m Rosie.” She whirled and extended her hand, leaving the apple core in her mouth as she did so.

I took the hand, it was moist and sticky Büyükesat Escort from the apple. “John,” I said, casually whipping my hand on my shirt after the handshake was done.

She took a bite of the apple and talked around it. “Nice simple name,” she said. “I like simple names. My name’s simple. In fact, my mom named me Rosie because she didn’t like all these cookie-cutter names that girls have. You know, like Amanda or Ashley or Jessica. So many of those wondering around… Rose is unique, don’t you think.”

“I suppose.”

“Your last name isn’t something like Smith or Jones, is it?”

“Pollock,” I said.

“John Pollock.” She nodded at the name. “Sounds stout and square but friendly.” She stopped her idle sauntering as a thought struck her and when whirled around again, looking me up and down, I could see a flash of shock come over her cute little heart-shaped face. “Wait, Pollock? Oh my god, you’re the new drama teacher!”

“I… Uh… well, yes, but…”

She cut me off with a sudden squeal. “Holy shit, I’ve been flirting with my new teacher.” She dropped the shirt of apples and walked around in a circle making a few odd random gestures with her hands. “Oh, ewe! I can’t believe this. You must think I’m some kind of slutty weirdo, or something. I had absolutely no idea… I mean I knew the new teacher was named Mr. Pollock but I was expecting someone…” She stopped and thrust her hands out at me as if making a point.

“Someone what?”

“Old.”

“Well, I’m 25.” I smirked, picking up the bundle of apples and holding them out to her. “Sorry to disappoint you.”

She tentatively reached over and took her shirt and the apples. She cradled them against her torso just under her nice young breasts. She was suddenly very sheepish and demure. Not knowing what to say.

“You like theater?” I asked taking some steps past her toward the road.

She followed. “Uh-huh,” she said. I looked over, she was looking more at her feet now thaen at me.

“Don’t be embarrassed,” I said. “What do you like about theater? Acting, directing, tech?”

“I just like plays.”

I nodded. “Me too.” I reached in my pocket and took out her car keys. “Oh, by the way, you shouldn’t leave your car running at the side of the road. It wastes gas and someone could come along and steel it.”

She reached out and took the keys. “Thanks, Mr. Pollock.”

I smirked as she opened the passenger door of her civic and dumped the apples out of her shirt onto the car seat. As she did this she bent over and I did my best not to look at her cute little bottom. She straightened and pulled the shirt on over her faded blue tank-top. She walked around to the driver’s side door and opened it. She looked up and our eyes met. “So you’re in my class then, I imagine?”

She nodded. “Y-yes.”

“Okay then, see you Monday, Rosie.” I waved and turned walking back into the orchard. I didn’t look back as I heard the car door shut, assuming she would have taken her chance to escape quickly, but then I heard movement behind me and when I turned around she was right there, holding out an apple.

“You’re my teacher. You have to eat it.”

I laughed and took the apple. I wiped it on my jeans and took a big bight out of it. She giggled as juice ran down my chin and dribbled onto my tee-shirt. I’d only half finished the bight when she moved in close and kissed me. I was taken by surprise and stumbled back a bit, my back landing up against the trunk of one of the apple trees. I pushed her away after a second and then, with a giggle, she was gone, scampering off toward the road. In a few seconds I hear the engine of the civic whine to life and the tires kick up gravel as she sped away.

I stood, a bit shocked and confused by what had just happened. But then I found myself running my tongue over my lips, as if I were trying to saver the sensation of the apple-sodden kiss of the girl with the dirty-blonde hair. Her breasts had squashed up against my chest and her fingers had buried themselves in my hair and those lips had felt so warm and wet and wonderful… I bent down and picked up the apple where I had dropped it in the grass. I whipped it on the leg of my jeans and took a second bite, smiling and yet a bit terrified that I’d just been skillfully and yet awkwardly seduced by a student.

*****

The first day of classes came less than a week later. During the lapsed time I’d taken up Mrs. Hendricks’ old classroom off the auditorium, hung a few inspirational posters with quotes from Shakespeare and Tennessee Williams, and stocked the shelves with every book I owned on acting, theater, dramaturgy, and so on. I received the class rosters that Friday and sure enough, Rosie Alderson was in not one but two of my classes.

As the first hour bell rang at 8:40 A.M. the 17 students trudged into the classroom, looking very much like zombies. The boys were all dressed in dark clothing, probably taking the class Beşevler Escort as an elective so they could avoid gym. The girls ran the gambit from small to large, thin to fat, pretty to not-so pretty, but one thing I noticed was that all of them were looking to the front of the classroom as I turned around from writing my name on the board.

“I’m Mr. Pollock,” I said, holding my hand up to my printed name. “This is introduction to advanced drama. You will find a copy of the class syllabus on your desks along with a reading list. There are 13 plays on the list, you and a partner will pick one of the plays and over the course of the next week the two of you will rehearse together a selected scene from that play. On Tuesday next we will start performances, the acting pairs taking turns, and the rest of us watching and taking notes.”

As I spoke I walked carefully down one aisle and up another, talking in my best authoritarian tone, trying very hard to sound like old Mrs. Hendricks had sounded on my first day of classes… “After each performance there will be a five minute critique period and we will, fuck, this is boring isn’t it?”

I was at the front of the classroom when I uttered the expletive and immediately the classroom perked up and took notice. I leaned against the blackboard and smiled at them. “What do you say we screw all that shit and just have fun, huh?”

A few smiles bloomed, one of them at the back looked particularly familiar. “Okay, you have a list of plays. Read them. That’s all I ask. Read one, read five, read all of them, I don’t care. But find one you like, find one you love and then try and figure out why you like it, love it, can’t get enough of it… Then write, a paragraph, a page, a spiral notebook, write it down for me. The goal of this class isn’t an A, it’s to explore. If any of you find you like a play enough to want to try and put it on, let me know. If not, that’s fine, but I will expect you to help out with productions and do your part to help you peers. Now, let’s play a getting to know you game…”

Though the class was fun and by the end of it, I was pretty sure I’d secured myself at least a few devout followers, when it ended and the kids rushed out I felt a slight pang of disappointment that Rosie had stayed towards the back of the class most of the time. Of course, I shouldn’t have been surprised. She was probably embarrassed, or maybe she thought I would have some stern words to say to her should the opportunity present itself.

The day passed by, 1st hour advanced drama gave way to 2nd hour acting. 3rd hour was my planning period followed by lunch and then after lunch came English Composition 1 and Advanced English Literature. These classes were both college preparatory courses and therefore had a more serious tone to them. In Comp 1, I gave out a list of textbooks, including Strunk & White’s Elements of Style and the Everyday Writer as well as information on the MLA website. I then handed out photocopies of Hemingway’s “Hills Like White Elephants” and “The Snows of Kilimanjaro” saying that the class should have them read by the end of the week and that on the subsequent Monday, they should have a one page parody of one of the stories ready to turn in.

“The goal of this class is to teach each of you to write efficiently and precisely. I’ll try to make it as fun as possible, but I’ll be honest, this is a class where grades are determined by hard work and heavy reading…”

I’d never liked composition courses in College or High School, and now that I was teaching one I felt like the world’s biggest hypocrite. When the bell rang signaling the end of the hour the kids trudged out under the mountain of homework I’d assigned them, giving me dirty looks as they went. I went into my little office at the back of the room and collapsed in the seat. My mind was suddenly mush.

“You know, in this light you do look a lot older.”

I looked up to find Rosie leaning on the door frame, shaking her head in mock pity.

“So you’re one of my nine-brave hearts taking Literature 101, huh?”

“Girl’s got to expand her mind, right? And pot just doesn’t do it for me, much as I’ve tried.”

I smirked and took a pencil from the jar on my desk. “I could right you up for mentioning drug use,” I said, mockingly.

“You do that I’ll tell them you touched me inappropriately.”

“Really?”

“You kissed me in the orchard, remember?”

“Did I? I thought it was the other way around?”

“Who they gonna believe, the innocent young girl or the lecherous old teacher?”

I put the pencil down, defeated. “Just don’t think I’m under your thumb or anything.”

“Tell you what, you let me pick apples with a clear conscience, I’ll behave myself in class and be a star pupil. What do you say?”

“Deal.” I stuck out my hand to seal it, but to my surprise she stepped into the office, leaned down and kissed me, gently.

“Seal it with a kiss, that’s a real Cebeci Escort deal.”

The bell rang, startling us both. She rushed out of the office to her desk just as the nine other students burst into the room from the hallway. I ran the back of my hand over my lips, hoping to god she hadn’t been wearing lipstick and then moved to the front of the room, trying my best to look calm, collected, and very much in control of things.

*****

After class was done, they all left together, Rosie pairing up with another girl with short dark red hair, giggling together as they went out. I cleaned up the room a bit, went over and finished up a few more learning plans and then grabbed my jacket and hit the lights.

The school was only a brief walk from my dad’s place and as the weather was nice, I walked home along the sidewalk of main street and then in the dry ditch along the side of our old dirt road. When I came to the mouth of the drive I saw the little civic parked there at the mouth. She was sitting on the hood, sunning herself, waiting.

“You like Tennessee Williams, Jack?”

I smirked. Nobody had called my Jack since my grandmother had died. “I do. Why?”

“Just making conversation. Me, I like him a lot. And I like Wilde and Shaw and what’s that guy’s name who wrote about the five characters in search of something…”

“Luigi Pirandello. And it’s Six Characters in Search of An Author.”

“Yeah, that one’s good.” She climbed down off the hood of the car and walked up to me. She was so short she only came up to about my collarbone. She reached up and played with my tie. “Why haven’t you yelled at me for being so forward with you?”

“I’m not very good at yelling at people.”

“But you do know it’s wrong, right? The way I’m acting.”

“You know it, too. Why aren’t you stopping yourself?”

She stopped fiddling with my tie and let a hand rest on my chest. “Want to help me pick apples?”

“Haven’t you got homework?”

She buried her face in my chest, laughing at me as she nuzzled her nose against my chest gently through the cotton fabric.

“I do, actually, this asshole English teacher gave use reading assignments on the first day, can you believe it?”

“The nerve.”

“You want to help me?”

I nodded and she went to the car, grabbing her book bag and tossing it over a shoulder. She locked the car and began walking toward the orchard. I watched her until she turned and looked at me. I ambled along behind her slowly, watching her as she turned down a row and walked between the trees. She came to a tree in about the middle of the orchard and dropped her book bag on the ground beside the trunk. She then kicked off her tennis shoes and leapt at the trunk, gripping it firmly with her hands and using her feet to walk up to the crotch. She straddled the crotch of the tree and then bringing a knee up to her chest, she stood and reached up into the high recesses of the tree to extract a large red apple.

I watched this simple ballet with fascination, for today she was not wearing the jean shorts but a blue pleated skirt that allowed brief flashes of her pale blue panties. She looked down at me, smirking up at her and instantly knew what I’d been staring at. She threw and apple at my head and I dodged it quickly as she laughed and then picked another apple and another, letting them drop to the ground next to her bag. When she had about six, she sat down on the crotch of the tree, demurely, and held out her arms to me. I sat my briefcase down with my jacket and then reached up to grip her waist with my hands and heft her down. She wasn’t as light as I’d expected, nor was her figure as soft as one might have imagined. There was a toned firmness to her body that was a bit of a pleasing shock and when her feet touched the ground, she stumbled on purpose into me.

Her hair smelled as if it had been recently washed and I found my lips brushing against the straight strands of it as my own hands ran up from her hips up to her ribcage. Her right leg was pressed into my groin and I felt a slight stiring there as my member began to harden. She shied away then, going over to her backpack, opening it and taking out her English textbook.

“So, Hamlet…” she said, settling down with her legs crossed on the grass.

“What about him?”

“Well, I’ve been leafing trough it and I’m wondering what it’s really all about.”

“People have been wondering for 400 years. I guess it’s about conflict, the nature of struggle, doing what you can when the world’s collapsing around you. Sometimes we can’t help complications, but that doesn’t mean we should give in to a sea of troubles.”

She considered this and then walked once around the tree, circling me and thinking. “Do you like Hamlet?” She asked as she came back around to look me in the eye.

“The play or the character?”

“The play.”

“Oh, very much. I played Horatio once.”

“Really, I would have cast you as Hamlet, myself?”

“I don’t look sad enough. At least that’s what the actress playing Ophelia said.”

“You and Ophelia, huh?” She smirked. “Maybe she was right, you don’t seem the depressed type. I bet you don’t even think about death all that much?”

“What’s the point in thinking about it?”

“I don’t know. Lots of people do, though. Must be important for some reason.”

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It was the middle of July when Lisa got a call. It was our new friend Donna who we met a few months ago in the snow storm.

After a few minutes on the phone, Lisa hung up. She told me that Donna invited us up for a weekend at her place and Lisa accepted for the following weekend. Then Lisa said that Donna said we could bring a friend or two and thanked her.

As we had some wine, we thought about who we could ask.

Lisa said, “Hon, I could ask someone.”

I looked at her and said, “You know what’s probably going to happen, so who do you know who would be interested?”

Lisa said, “I know someone.”

I looked at her and asked, “Who do you know that would be ok with what’s going to happen?”

Lisa said, “My manacurist, Diana. She is drop dead gorgeous and would do it.”

I asked her how she knew that and she sheepishly said, “You know…do I have to draw you a picture?”

I looked at her and smiled and said, “No wonder you have had your nails done a lot more lately. Ok, who else are we going to get?”

Then I shouted out, “I know someone and Donna will love him. He is handsome and has a real big cock.”

Lisa looked at me with a puzzled look.

I said to her, “We play racquetball often and I see him naked in the locker room. And, he is always horny. I’ll ask him.”

That Monday, I saw Tom at the racquetball court. After the game we showered and as we were drying off I said to him, “Tom, are you busy this weekend?

He looked at me and said, “Actually, no. Why do you ask?”

I replied, “Remember when I told you that Lisa and I found a new friend when we got stuck in the snow?”

He replied, “Yes, now I remember. That was when you found Lisa fucking the woman and then you guys had a threesome.”

I told him yes. Then I said, “The woman invited us up for this weekend to enjoy the lake and probably each other. You interested?”

Tom smiled and said, “Sure, I’m in. Will I get to fuck Lisa?”

I laughed and said, “Look, I have no idea what is going to happen. I do know that Lisa is bringing her manicurist, a woman named Diana, who she probably is having sex, with for the weekend. I would be ok if you fucked my wife.”

As the conversation ended, I noticed Tom’s cock stirring and it was definitely a nice size which the women will love.

I told him I would call him Friday.

When I got home, I told Lisa that everything was set and that she should let Donna know that we are bringing up two people.

Lisa told me that her manicurist, Diana, said she would come and all was set.

Friday came and I called Tom and told him we would pick him up and then Diana.

Saturday came and Lisa and I headed to Tom and then picked up Diana.

We all introduced each other and made a lot Eryaman Escort of small talk on our way up to Donna’s.

By the time we got there it was just about noon and it was very hot.

Donna welcomed us in and showed us where we could put our stuff.

Donna showed us the extension she put on her house which she turned into a large bedroom with a king sized bed.

We all put our stuff in that room for the time being.

Donna already had lunch prepared and offered us some wine. We could see that the lake was peaceful and empty.

Tom asked about the lake and Donna said, “Actually, the lake is mine. I own all the property around it because I like to skinny dip and go naked and this affords me the opportunity to do so with no nosy intruders.”

Donna continued, “After lunch I thought we could all go down to the lake for a swim. I hope you guys are ok with me being naked and I would be very happy if you guys joined me.”

We all just nodded an ok.

We cleaned up after lunch and got ready to head to the lake. There was a path from Donna’s to the lake. Once we got there, Donna got naked and one by one, we all shed our clothes.

Diana was stunning naked. She must have been in her late 20’s, 5’5″, about 115, auburn hair, brown eyes, trim pussy, mouth sized tits with big nipples and a nice ass. I could see why Lisa does her.

I could see the women checking Tom out. Who, at 5’10” was a sight to behold. He was fit, about 180, blue eyes, blonde hair, a nice size cock and balls and was smooth.

In a few minutes we were all in the lake enjoying its coolness. We were all having a good time, playing together with our naked bodies touching.

After awhile, we got out and laid down on our towels to dry off and take the sun.

Donna was the first one who wanted someone to put sunscreen lotion on her. Tom wasted no time in volunteering.

We watched as Tom eased over to her and started applying the lotion.

Before long, Tom had his hands all over her nakedness. We watched and smiled as he spent a lot of time on her tits, ass and pussy.

Diana asked me to do the same to her and I started to but Lisa joined me and we both applied the lotion to Diana’s naked body. I then backed away as Lisa took over and rubbed the lotion all over Diana’s tits, ass and pussy.

I saw Diana jump a bit and realized that Lisa was fingering Diana’s pussy.

I noticed Tom’s cock was hard and sticking straight out.

Then Donna moved around and started sucking Tom’s cock. It didn’t take long before we could see Tom’s balls tightening and then he jerked and shot his load in Donna’s mouth.

We all applauded and went back to sunning.

As Tom rested, his limp cock Sincan Escort still oozing cum, Lisa went over and sucked it dry.

After awhile, we had enough of the sun and headed back to the house.

On the way back, I told them I had to pee. Not being shy, I stopped on the path and peed as the women smiled. As I was finishing, Donna started peeing as she stood up. We all laughed and continued heading back to the house.

Donna asked if it would be ok if she remained naked after her shower and nobody objected. In fact, we all said we would join her.

After we all showered, we grilled some steaks and had a delightful dinner with plenty of wine.

The weather was perfect and the air felt great on our nakedness.

As it started to get late, we continued inside with more wine.

Donna made the first inquiry about sleeping arrangements.

She said, “There are two bedrooms, mine and the new one. Since there are five of us, what do you guys want to do? I don’t care who or how many want to sleep in my bed.”

I thought about it for a minute and said, “I know that Tom wants to fuck my wife, so they can pair off. I am sure Donna and Diana wouldn’t mind sharing a bed. That leaves me. So, how about I visit both bedrooms during the night?”

Donna and everyone else said that seemed like a good idea. Donna took Diana to her bedroom and Tom and Lisa went to the other bedroom. Tom’s cock was already hard, as was mine.

Tom and my wife got real cozy on the bed immediately, as I watched from a chair.

It was strange watching my wife getting felt up and played with by a stranger. I could see my wife’s eyes open wide and knew she was really enjoying herself.

Every now and then she would look over at me and smile as Tom made love to her.

Then it happened. I watched as Tom’s big cock slowly disappeared into my wife’s cunt until it was completely inside her.

As he started fucking my wife, Lisa started saying, “Hey baby, you like watching your wife being fucked by a stranger? You like seeing his big cock sliding in and out your whore wife’s cunt? This what you like baby?”

As I was jerking my cock, I yelled out, “Fuck my whore wife hard Tom. Cum in her cunt. She’ll do anything for you Tom. She’s your whore for this weekend. Let me see you cum in her.”

Just then I heard him say that he was going to cum and I could tell his cum exploded into her cunt as she had multiple orgasms.

As soon as he pulled his cock out, I got on the bed and rammed my hard cock into her cum filled cunt and started fucking her.

As I was fucking her, Lisa started screaming, “That’s it baby, fuck your whore wife…you like fucking me with another guy’s cum is in me? Cum in Etlik Escort me too.”

I couldn’t stop fucking her and shot stream after stream of cum into her cunt.” I then fell to the side spent. Cum pouring out my wife’s cunt.

I must have fallen asleep as the next thing I remember was seeing Lisa on all fours and Tom’s cock fully seated in Lisa’s ass as he pounded her from behind. His balls slapping against her with each thrust.

Then I saw his cum oozing out her ass and I knew he was done with his whore for awhile.

I got up and went into Donna’s bedroom where Diana and Donna were eating each other out.

I immediately joined them and started playing with both of them as one kissed me as the other was sucking my cock.

It didn’t take me long before I told them I was going to cum. Then Donna got on all fours, as did Diana. Donna said, “Fuck us from behind and cum in our cunts.”

I slipped my cock in Donna first and fucked her and then I fucked Diana. When I was ready to cum, I pumped harder and came in Diana and quickly pulled out and slipped my still cumming cock into Donna until I finished cumming.

Then both girls lapped up my cum from their cunts.

That night, we all switched partners many times until we all fell asleep.

The next day, we continued our mini orgy but we all did it in the middle of Donna’s living room which we cleared and put down blankets. When Tom and I were spent, the women put on a show. This went on for most of the day until we were all exhausted.

We stopped for dinner and rest.

Wine flowed and before we knew it, Tom and I went from cunt to cunt fucking each woman multiple times.

Needless to say, we all had a great time.

The next morning was time to leave and we had to say goodbye to Donna.

We thanked her for inviting us and she invited us back and I told her we would definitely return.

On the way home, Diana sat with me up front and Tom and Lisa sat in the back. On More than one occasion, I heard slurping noises and knew my wife was sucking Tom’s big cock and enjoying his cum.

Diana made the trip enjoyable for me when she undid my jeans and pulled out my cock and gave me a blow job until I came in her mouth. When I did, she looked back at Tom and my wife and opened her mouth to show them my cum.

When we got home, we invited Tom and Diana in for some wine. No sooner did we get inside, did we rip off our clothes and had our own orgy, swapping partners all night long.

I remember Tom and I double teaming my wife and as Tom had his cock in my wife’s cunt, I was underneath my wife with my tongue in her cunt and on Tom’s cock as he was fucking her.

When he was fucking her hard, his cock slipped out of her cunt and I wound up with his cock in my mouth with my wife’s cunt juices on it. Just then he shot his cum which I accidently got a taste of. My wife laughed when she saw his cum on my lips.

We all wound up naked in our bed, cum covering my wife and Diana.

The next morning we all said our goodbyes and made arrangements to get together soon, real soon.

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The awards dinner had been a quiet affair. The meal was a step above the typical rubber chicken that seemed to be a trademark for these events and despite overcooked vegetables, the desserts were appealing and tasty. After the tables had been cleared an announcement came over the PA that a quartet would be playing music and the dance floor would be open.

I had left my wife at home for the night. Even though spouses were welcome, she had no desire for an evening of speeches and food that was only passing. So I attended alone, hoping I might see someone I knew. The purpose of the evening was to thank the volunteers for a successful event that had been smoothly run on a limited budget. This had required hundreds of workers in a variety of venues, but the banquet was to honor those in charge. I had volunteered to run one of the sporting events, and even though it had been a success, I breathed a sigh of relief that it was over.

As the tables and dance floor were cleared, people began mingling freely, after dinner drinks in hand. It was then I noticed someone I thought to be a former co-worker, Kate, looking as though she was lost. Crossing the room toward her, I made eye contact with her and her demeanor changed to a smile.

“I was wondering if there was anyone here I knew,” she said.

“My God. I haven’t seen you in ages. How have you been? You look great! Were you here for the dinner?”

“Oh, I just arrived. I wasn’t going to attend, but then I thought ‘What the hell’ and decided to pick up my volunteer pin and have a drink. I was bored at home. I just moved back and have a new job…one that I really like.”

Kate and I had a bit of a history. We had worked together in the same department for a number of years before she transferred to a different employer. When I was first hired, she took me under her wing whenever I had questions, and we developed a close friendship. Kate was a single mom with two kids, now teenagers. She had been divorced for a number of years—since before I knew her, and occasionally she dated men outside our mutual circle, none of whom I knew well and none who seemed to be right for her. She was attractive enough, but I think she was also picky about whom she dated.

Kate had her kids young, and despite approaching middle age, she had retained her youthful vigor and looks. She was petite, probably only 5’3″ but had a nice figure even though she covered it up with conservative clothing. Her red hair and green eyes insinuated a hint of devilry, however.

Work had put us together on a number of occasions, and over time we learned much of one another. We shared frustrations with our work, and I tried to be a shoulder to lean on when she needed it. Occasionally she divulged other frustrations as well, and once after venting to me in my office about a variety of petty issues, she burst out with “Maybe I just need a good fucking. But I doubt that’s going to happen anytime soon.”

Kate had always been a perfect lady around me, occasionally letting her hair down with a slightly racy joke, but I had never heard her use coarse language–or even swear for that matter. I smiled awkwardly at her comment, but thankfully I was seated behind my desk because I had an instant hardon. And from that moment, I tended to look at Kate a bit differently.

I had previously noticed that Kate sported a couple of nice, perky breasts even though she usually minimized them by the way she dressed. On rare occasions it became obvious that she sported a nice set. As casual Fridays became more common, she would sometimes wear designer t-shirts that showed off those assets. One hot summer Friday when the air conditioning was blowing full blast, her prominent nipple display turned more than a few heads from the staff, both male and female. Her breasts became the hot topic at the water cooler.

Our relationship gradually developed into what I considered innocent flirting, and eventually something more. At one point after she had left for her new job, we found ourselves at the same Superbowl party, each unaccompanied. My wife hated football and Kate was still single, so we ended up sitting next to one another and catching up on our lives as the revelry and drinking typical of those events ensued. The game was a bit of a blowout, and early in the fourth quarter, she asked if I might give her a ride home when I was ready to go. She had been dropped off by her son and it would be easier if I gave her a lift since it was on the way.

“Sure, no problem.” We were both a bit tipsy from a couple of hours of drinking, but I felt good enough to drive. “Let’s go now. The game is all but over.”

We thanked the hosts and left even though others decided to stick it out for the finale. Once in my car, she seemed to be smiling nervously, and I asked if something was wrong.

“Not really, it’s just that I’ve missed all you guys. My new job isn’t near as much fun and the people there are pretty cold. I wish I had stayed with the old crew.”

We chatted about her new Çankaya Escort position and in short order we arrived at her condo. I parked in a visitor space.

“Would you like to come in? I’ve done some redecorating.” Her smile was warm and affectionate.

I looked at my watch out of habit. “Sure, I’d like to see it. Been awhile since I’ve been here.” I had helped Kate move some heavy furniture when she bought the condo, but I had never really been invited in socially.

I followed Kate in and up the stairs to her living room in the split-level design. It had been freshly painted and she had purchased new furniture including a comfortable looking love seat where she directed me. “Sit down and tell me what you’ve been doing that’s fun.” She joined me and I leaned back, still feeling no pain from the party, and joked about the terrible game we had both just witnessed as well as a few work stories. I tried to look her in the eyes, but her cashmere sweater only accented her perky boobs, and Kate’s erect posture made them appear bigger than I remembered.

Laughing at one of my stupid comments, she leaned back, her globes jiggling with her laughter, and turned to face me. I sensed something I might regret was about to happen because her smiling face was now just inches from mine, and then suddenly she leaned over and kissed me on the mouth.

“I’m so glad to see you again. It’s been too long,” she said, as if the kiss was supposed to be a sisterly peck, but then she placed her hand lightly on my knee. A pregnant moment followed, and I leaned over and returned her kiss awkwardly.

“Sorry. That was a bit forward of me, but I couldn’t resist,” I said.

“Oh, no apologies necessary. I’ve always liked you, you know that” she replied.

We were inches apart, and I could smell her perfume mingled with her breath. She was smiling, her lips parted slightly, and now I couldn’t resist. Between the alcohol and the tempting vision in front of me, it was all over. I leaned forward and kissed her again, but this time much longer, and what started as a light smooch soon turned into an all-out embrace and an open-mouthed kiss. Almost immediately I felt her tongue sensuously exploring my mouth and I responded in a similar fashion. Her sweet breath mixed with just a tinge of alcohol inflamed me even more. Locked in an embrace and exploring each other with our tongues, I felt her hand roam down over my back and thighs, caressing me gently.

“Oh!” Kate uttered a quick gasp her hand passed lightly over my crotch and the noticeable pronouncement of my rigid penis. When we came up for air, her eyes were wide open and her breathing heavy.

She paused and stared at me as if uncertain about what to say next. Finally, she spoke. “The kids are gone until tomorrow.” Her expression seemed to imply hope.

I didn’t know what to say, and I hesitated for just a second before my libido kicked in and I responded by kissing her again. I let my had slide down her back to her hip before I brazenly placed it on her breast, and as I caressed it, her breath quickened. Kate’s nipple responded to my touch and became instantly erect through the thin fabric of her sweater.

Kate moaned in response to my touch. Her tongue danced in my mouth in response as I squeezed those orbs.

“Your breasts are wonderful. I’ve wanted to feel them for years. They’re even firmer than I imagined.

Kate broke our kiss and looking me directly in the eye, placed her hand on top of mine as I squeezed a ripe globe. “They’re yours. I hope you enjoy them.” She directed my hand under her sweater where only a thin bra lay between me and her ripe flesh.

We stayed that way for several minutes, my hands exploring her curves while she tongued my ear and moaned dirty words of instruction. Finally, she stood and took me by the hand, leading me to her bedroom.

Her king-sized bed had been hastily made. Her clothes from the previous day lay draped over a chair by the closet including a sexy bra hanging by the strap. A large mirror hung above the headboard and I watched as our reflections entered the room and stood at the end of the bed. She turned to me and kissed me again. “I need this so bad. I want you to make love to me. It’s been so long since I’ve been fucked. I need a good fucking.”

Her use of the word “fuck” both shocked and excited me. Other than the confession she had made to me years before, Kate had always been prim and proper. Kate more closely resembled the stereotypical librarian rather than a lady of pleasure. But her dirty talk succeeded in arousing me even more and only intensified my desire. My cock stood at attention and strained against my dockers. The image of my tented pants in her mirror was almost laughable. She looked down and gasped at the snake desperately trying to free itself from the confines of my pants. We kissed again standing there and I felt her groin push into my erection and wriggle against it.

Our embrace soon became Keçiören Escort a frantic effort to get out of our clothes between bouts of kissing and groping. Kate pulled her sweater over her head, shaking her red mane free and revealing a sheer bra supporting breasts as beautiful as I had imagined. She reached behind and unhooked her bra, lowering one strap at a time until she was holding the cups over her nipples in fake modesty.

“Should I take it completely off? I’m so embarrassed,” she added coyly. Her smile said it all. She was performing and doing it well.

“Please!” I begged. And slowly, one breast at a time, she lowered the garment to reveal two perfect tits capped by large pink puffy nipples. Her pointy breasts, now free of their support, seemed to defy gravity and jutted from her chest like a pair of large bananas. Her engorged nipples begged to be suckled.

And I responded appropriately, my mouth immediately went to a ripe nipple, licking and sucking first one and then the other. Kate moaned and held my head as I enjoyed her bounty, moving back and forth between each tit.

“I love to have my nipples sucked…god, it makes me so horny.”

By now I was naked except for my jockeys, and Kate moaned aloud when she reached down to fondle my cock desperately trying to free itself from its confinement. I looked down to see her hand grasp the shaft and rub it from the tip to my balls. After stroking me a few times through the cotton fabric, she reached inside the waistband and grabbed the shaft directly. I was rock hard and needed no more incentive despite the pleasure she was providing by stroking me.

Kate was also naked except for her panties and her petite frame with her round apple ass and gravity defying breasts caused me to pause and take it all in while I kissed those glorious orbs. We collapsed on the bed, a tangle of writhing limbs, both moaning in pleasure, kissing, licking, and groping one another. I lay on my back sucking first one breast and then the other hanging over my face while she pumped my cock, all the while instructing me in the most graphic language what she wanted me to do to her. Finally, I pulled away and kneeling at the end of the bed, pulled her panties down over her ankles revealing her beautiful loose pussy lips, shaved with only a tiny fringe of red hair above. I spread her legs and placed my mouth over her thick outer lips and licked her slit, soon dripping with her juices.

“Oh my God, that feels so good.” Kate voluntarily spread her legs even further apart, giving me free access. “Lick my cunt. Stick your tongue in my cunt. Please.”

I obeyed her filthy commands by attacking her with all the more energy, licking from her ass to her clitoris, stopping only to bury my tongue deeply in her passages. In minutes she was screaming and moaning, her head moving from side to side and occasionally raising up on her elbows to watch as I made love to her with my tongue. “Oh god, I’m going to come. Don’t stop. Don’t stop.”

I pushed on the back of her knees and Kate showed her flexibility by spreading her legs until they were nearly flat on the bed by her ears, giving me unfettered access to her ass and vaginal area. As I licked and sucked on her clitoris, I sensed she was getting close, and I inserted a finger into the tiny star of her ass. Suddenly her body froze, and then a series of convulsions took over as she screamed aloud and erupted into a huge orgasm. I continued working both holes with my tongue and finger until she stiffened one final time and then collapsed in a heap, her body as limp as a rag doll. My face was covered in her sweet nectar.

“Did you like that?” I crawled back up on the bed next to her. Kate lay there for a a few seconds, breathing hard, and then rolled on top of me and kissed and licked my face passionately, her tongue tasting her own juices fresh from her orgasm.

“Holy fuck! That was just what I needed. Now, I’m going to fuck you. I want you to put that fat cock in me and fuck me like a dirty whore.” She was now grinning, almost evilly, as she lowered her head and kissed my stomach while sliding my boxers down to where I could kick them off. My cock sprang to attention and in seconds she had grabbed it and wrapped her lips around the head, straining to take in more and sucking so hard her cheeks were hollows. I spun her around and spread her legs on either side of my head, licking her loose labial lips and slit. We remained in that 69 position for a few more minutes.

Once she had me at full mast again, she spun around and straddled me with my prick sticking up between her knees. She stroked it a few more times and then raised up and crawled forward until my cockhead was centered under her slit. She sluiced it back and forth between her pussy lips, wetting the head with her juices before finally planting her pussy lips around the head. Slowly, inch by inch my she lowered herself onto my rigid shaft until only an inch or two remained.

“God, Etimesgut Escort you feel so good. Your cock is filling me up.” Kate looked down and watched as my prick disappeared in and out of her while she squatted up and down on the shaft. When her ass was finally in contact with my groin and I was fully inserted in her, she leaned forward and placed her hands on either side of me, her breasts grazing my chest, and slowly worked her hips up and down and in tight circles.

“Yeah, like that,” I advised. “Your pussy is so tight. Nice and slow.” I watched as her labia stretched around my cock when she raised up. Her juices ran down my shaft as she worked her ass up and down with a steady rhythm. She leaned forward and kissed me, her tongue dancing in my mouth while her ass ground into me. The result was a surge of cum eventually working its way from my groin to my cock after only about 10 minutes of fucking.

“If you don’t slow down, I’m going to cum in you soon. You feel so good. Oh God, Kate, I don’t think I can last much longer.” I tried thinking of anything except an orgasm: football, work, the weather. I didn’t want this to end. This was the best fuck of my life. My cock had never felt so big and hard.

“Go ahead. Shoot it in me. Fill me with your hot cum. I want to feel your cock squirting inside me.” She redoubled her efforts and now she was pumping her ass up and down with a frenzy, alternately gyrating in tight circles. She was leaning back, her arms behind her on the bed for support and her breasts jutting up toward the ceiling, her nipples swollen and shiny from my sucking them. The combination of this petite lady I had thought to be shy and reserved talking dirty to me while I stared at her unbelievable body and gravity defying tits proved to be too much. The sight of her quim sliding up and down my cock put me over the edge. With a huge grunt, I met one of her thrusts with a lunge and grabbing her by the hips, held her locked to me, my pulsating prick buried.

“Oh fuck,” I yelled as the cum shot out of my cock and deep into her waiting pussy. Wave after wave of jizz filled her until she could hold no more, and it began draining out of her and down my shaft. Finally, when I was completely drained, she slowly raised her ass off of me and leaned down, staring at the cum oozing from her pussy lips. She pushed a finger inside her cunt and pulled it out, covered in white goo. Then, smiling, she sucked the cum off of her finger. When it was clean, she bent down and licked the cum off of my cock and stomach where it had pooled.

With sticky goo still coating her lips, she crawled up to me and gave me a sloppy kiss, transferring the some of the milky mess into my own mouth before licking it back and swallowing it. She wiped her lips with an index finger, and smacking, swallowed the last of it.

“Where did you learn to fuck like that?” I was so exhausted from my climax, I still struggled to get my breath. “I have never cum so hard in my life.”

“Did YOU like that?” she said, teasing me with my own question. Her smile was almost evil. She giggled and leaned down, pressing her nipples into my chest and licking the last remnants of cum from around my mouth.

After some cuddling and a bit more fondling of those pert tits, I eventually got up and after a final kiss at the door, made my way home. As I drove, I was a mixture of emotions. Excitement, betrayal, confusion, and a hardening cock just thinking about the past hour. No way did I want to wreck my marriage, but sex is a strong motivator. And as it turned out, the decision was made easier when Kate quit her job and moved. Other than viewing her on social media, our relationship seemed to just end.

But fate proved otherwise, and now, here we were at a banquet, alone, and she looked fantastic. Kate was wearing a form fitting black dress, cut just low enough to show some cleavage and hint at what lay beneath. The dress was backless, so she clearly wasn’t wearing a bra, yet her perky breasts seemed to float in the air. If anything, she had lost some weight in her hips even though her boobs remained large for her petite frame.

We found a table and sat after I bought a couple of drinks. Kate had a perpetual smile on her face as we caught up and reminisced about old times. Our fling was never mentioned, however.

Eventually the music began, and the dance floor began to fill. After several songs, Kate asked if I had enough courage to dance with her. “Of course. It would be my pleasure.”

The song was a slow classic, and even though I could fake it as well as anyone, clearly Kate was a skilled dancer. She floated on the dance floor, and so we danced to several similar pieces. After a few drinks, our bodies seemed to meld, and as I held her, I could feel her breasts pushing into me. Soon it was more than her breasts, she was pushing her hips into me and my cock was responding appropriately. I didn’t want to be too obvious in front of everyone, but I was turned on to the point where others were going to see my obvious erection, so I begged her to take a break.

“Do you have something in your pocket, or is that a hint that you like me?” Kate looked up and smiled that saucy smile. “By the way, my kids have moved out of the house. I’m free tonight if you’d like to stop by and have a drink with me in a more private setting.”

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